I M Really A Superstar Novels & Stories

I decided to act like I didn't hear him. "Like I was saying, you both know about my sudden engagement to Sophia." "Your girlfriend's step sister." Sammie noted. "Yes. That girl is a pain in the flesh. She is so rude and bossy. I really want to tame her." I told them. Sammie and Zayn looked at each other before shaking their headsheads. "If you want to make her less bossy, why don't you apply the principle?" Sammie asked. I looked at him confused.

I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, my eyes scanning the room for an escape route. The MC's voice boomed through the speakers, introducing me. I felt my heart sink. This was going to be a long night. “Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome the beautiful, elegant superstar. Mia Martinez.” The whole room erupted in loud applause and cheers. But the MC wasn't done yet. “And besides her is the man of the moment. The most talked about celebrity of all time…” he teased and everyone laughed. “Please, join me as we welcome Andreas Leonardo, the handsome soccer superstar and the most eligible bachelor currently…” The room erupted in applause a second time. The voice of the ladies could be heard from

Right at that moment, the big screen displayed an announcement by the organizer, stating that a superstar would come onstage and introduce the rest of the performers shortly. “They are actually doing it? Too early, though. I am sure those are some C-listers nobody knows of. Seems like our trolls did an amazing job,” said Skyler. Zayn Lee sipped his wine and chuckled. “A superstar, was it? Who would it be? Another one of the obscure artistes they call a ‘superstar’ at Brilliant Media?” “Let us sit back and enjoy the blunder. Have the trolls on standby and wreak all the havoc they can once the ‘superstar’ gets on stage.”

I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero." I just walk along side, my eyes on the floor as I tune my ears in to the words, the lyrics which are so pertinent to her life.. Her failed relationships.

But, I have to get out and search my purse. "But, are you okay with this T-shirt? "The girl asked me. I looked at that. What the hell was written over there, " I AM YOUR DIE HARD FAN...ALEX" "Fan,.... are you artist? Is this given by your fan? "I asked him. "Hello miss! Do you really not know him? He is superstar singer," another guy spoke in the middle. I really didn't like the vibes from him. I looked at him from top to bottom. He quite seemed like the one with his extravagant style and looks.

“My boyfriend doesn't want me to go near around other guys and I hope you understand that." He chuckles dryly, “Can’t a man and a woman be friends?” “You can be friends to other women.” I answered sarcastically. "Why, superstar has trust issues?” He jokes. “It isn’t about trust.” I responded. “Then what is superstar’s issue?” I turn to him “There is no issue. And can you please call him by his name? It’s Milo. You sound so sarcastic to be honest.” “I am not being sarcastic. You got it all wrong.” He answers jokingly.

The guy just stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Really? Who's your favorite artist or band of ours?" he continued to ask. I looked at him with a wide smile. "I have a lot but my OG would definitely be Bullet" I said proudly. He nodded. "Do you...have like a favorite member os something?" he asked further. He seemed really interested. "I love all of them very much but Theodore is someone I adore so much and I do not mean this in an obsessive way but he is my ideal man" I answered honestly.

And his fanclub will help me with that. As a celebrity, I am very familiar with the concept of fanclubs and groupies. No matter how amazing or how talented you are, if the public doesn't adore you, you won't make it in this business. I owe my fame and success to the people who have shown me their unwavering support. I swear, you can't find a more loyal or enthusiastic group of people. And shepherding this faithful congregation is a very special young elf named Sirel Healey.

I don't care, when I grab the mic, I beat them who got several golden spoons And lash out, there are many rare steaks not cooked properly Once again, I'll be chewing over and over at the star's dinner Center of world business Number one favorite for casting, sold out Not many of this class, savor the value Stinking is a foul with this good scent Mic mic bungee [Verse 2: Suga] Mic mic bungee Bright lights, forward You thought I was going down but I'm fine, sorry My bad, "Billboard" My bad, "worldwide" Sorry mom, your son is so killing it Should I chip in? For the duties you missed as a good child We never have empty seats in our concert I do it, I do it, you're a tasteless ratatouille If you'

' In my past life, when Serena had thrown me out of the house, she'd shown her Instagram account to me with a proud smile. "Ethan only liked you back then because he hadn't met me yet," Serena said, "He told me himself that he'd only learned what real love felt like until me. I've posted about all our shared memories online. Over three million people have blessed our love, yet you didn't even know about it, did you?" Back then, I thought I'd already died once. But I realized death didn't hurt—coming to your senses and facing the truth did. I turned off my phone screen and took a deep breath. This time, I wouldn't wait any longer.